Wild Colonial Boy

There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Doogan was his name. He was born and raised in Ireland, in a place called Castle Maine. He was his father's only hope, his mother's pride and joy. And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy.

At the early age of sixteen years he left his native home. And to Australia's sunny shores he was inclined to roam. He went and robbed the stagecoach and he shot James McEvoy. A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy.

One morning on the prairie young Jack Doogan rode along. He was listening to the mocking birds, they were singing a cheerful song. Up rode a band of troupers, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy. They all rode up to capture him, the wild colonial boy.

"Surrender now Jack Doogan, you see it's three to one. Surrender in the Queen's high name for you're her plundering son." He drew two pistols from his belt and he proudly waved them high. "I'll fight but not surrender" cried the wild colonial boy.

He fired a ball at Kelly who fell dead right to the ground. Then he fired a ball at Davis who was dead before he hit the ground. But the bullet that pierced his proud young heart was from the pistol of Fitzroy. And that's the way they captured him, the wild colonial boy.

There are more verses when Charlie sings it but this was all I could get from the Internet so ask Charlie to tell you the rest some time.

The Winding Stone Path (words & music by B. Rients & B. Johnson)

On an autumn afternoon, as I was out a-walkin', I spied a lady fair, she wore a yellow tartan. And as I grew quite near, I noticed she was cryin'. Perhaps her love had gone to join his brothers fightin'. ooh . . .

In the springtime of the year, as I was out a-walkin, I spied a woman so still, gazing at the ocean. And through the morning mist I saw she was familiar. Wrapped in her yellow plaid, how long had she been waiting? ooh . . .

Chorus: The winding stone path knows her sorrow. The narrow alley knows her pain. But even in her darkest hour, her hope will hold her through the rain. ooh . . .

Far away the war did rage and bloody were the battles. And many men were lost, but not her Jock McKinney. But she knew not of his fate, nor of his brave survival. So fervently she'd wait and pray for his arrival ooh . . .

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On midsummer afternoon as I was out a-walkin', I spied that lady fair in her sunny yellow tartan. His ship safe in the harbour, her Jack he held her tightly. They whispered and they wept, her plaid wound round about them. ooh . . .

Chorus: The winding stone path knew her sorrow. The narrow alley knew her pain. And as he held her by the ocean, their tears of joy fell down like rain. ooh . . .

I'se the B'y

I'se the b'y that builds the boat, And I'se the b'y that sails her. I'se the b'y that catches the fish. And brings them home to Liza.

Chorus: Hip your partner Sally Thibeault, Hip your partner Sally Brown. Fogo, Twillingate, Morton's Harbour. All around the circle.

Sods and rinds to cover your flake. Cake and tea for supper. Codfish in the spring of the year Fried in maggoty butter.

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I don't want your maggoty fish. They're no good for winter. I can buy as good as that Down in Bonavista.

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I took Liza to a dance, Faith but she could travel. And every step that she did take Was up to her knees in gravel.

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Susan White, she's outta sight Her petticoat wants a border. Well old Sam Oliver in the dark He kissed her in the corner.

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{Parts of this song don't make a lot of sense, but it's from Newfoundland, the only place in North America where the tme zone is half an hour different from anywhere else.)

Sally Gardens (words by W. B. Yeats)

It was down by the Sally Gardens, My love and I did meet. She crossed the Sally Gardens With little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy As the leaves grow on the tree. But I was young and foolish And with her did not agree.

In a field down by the river My love and I did stand. And on my leaning shoulder Shw laid her snow white hand. She bid me take life easy As the grass grows on the weirs. But I was young and foolish And now am full of tears.

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Repeat verse one

Bold Thady Quill

Ye maids of Duhallow who're anxious for courtin', a word of advice I will give unto ye. Proceed to Banteer to the athletic sportin' and turn in your names to the club committee. And never commence any sketch of your progress till a carriage you see flyin' over the hill. Right on through the valleys and lanes of Kilcorney With our own darlin' sportsman, the bold Thady Quill

Chorus: For . . . ramblin' for rovin' for football or courtin' or drinkin' black porter as fast as you fill. In all your days rovin' you'll find none so jovial As a Muskerry sportsman, the bold Thady Quill.

At the great hurlin' match between Cork and Tipperary was played in the park on the banks of the Lee. Our own darlin' lads were afraid of being beaten, so they sent for bold Thady fromBallinagree. He hurled that ball right and left in their faces, and showed the Tipperary men action and skill. If he touched on his lines he would certainly brain them And the papers were full of the praise of Thad Quill.

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At the Cork exhibition there was a fair lady, whose fortune exceeded a million or more. But a bad constitution had ruined her completely and medical treatment had failed o'er and o'er. Her mother said she said I know what will ease me, and cure this disease that will certainly kill. Give over your doctors and medical treatment, I'd rather one squeeze out of bold Thady Quill.

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Beer, Beer, Beer

Beer, beer, beer, tiddley beer, beer, beer.

A long time ago, way back in history When all there was to drink was nothing but cups of tea. Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops. And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops.

Chorus: He must have been an admiral, a sultan or a king. And to his praises we shall always sing. Look at what he's done for us, he's filled us up with cheer. Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer.

The Furey's bar, the Clancy's pub, the Hole in the Wall as well. One thing you can be sure of, it's Charlie's beer they sell. So come on all ye lucky lads, at eleven o'clock you stop. For five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops

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A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick. The type of lubrication to make your engine tick. Forty pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks. It's only a buck and a half, and fifteen cents in tax.

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Samhain (words and music by C. Johnson & B. Rients)

The old stones stand before me as I lay my tribute down. Appeasement to the spirit I fresh lay in the ground. I'll light a candle for his soul and get me from this place. If the dead do rise, amongst them you will not see my face.

Chorus: Samhain, Hallow's Eve, the old ones walk again. Stay indoors, gather with your kin, and the company of your friends.

I will wear a mask on Hallow's Eve so that I will not be seen. By the ghost of William Campbell, whom I killed near Aberdeen. First he was a Campbell and surely that's enough. But for the treatment of my sister I gave it to him rough.

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The dolmen stands in the pale moonlight made by unknown hands. It has stood 10,000 years, worn by passing sands. And the thirty-first is New Year's Eve and the old ones walk about. So fear your foes amongst them and beware if ye go out.

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God Bless England

I'll sing you a song of peace and love (Whack fol the diddle all the die do day - it says this after the first two lines of every verse and at the end of the verse- please don't make me keep typing it) To the land that reigns all lands above. May peace and plenty be her share. Who keeps us free from want and care. God bless England is our prayer

Chorus: Whack fol the diddle all the die do day. So we say "Hip hooray". Come and listen while we pray. Whack fol the diddle all the die do day.

When we were savage, fierce and wild. She came like a mother to her child. She gently raised us from the slime and kept our hands from hellish crime. And sent us to heaven in her own good time.

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Now our fathers oft were naughty boys. For pikes and guns make dangerous toys. From Bearna Baol to Bunker Hill. We made poor England weep her fill. But old Brittannia loves us still.

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Now Irish men forget the past. And think of the time that's coming fast. When we shall all be civilized, Neat and clean and well advised. Won't Mother England be surprised?

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Braes o' Killiekrankie

Whaur hae ye been sae braw braw lad? Whaur hae ye been sae cantie-o? Whaur hae ye been sae braw braw lad? Cam' ye by Killiekrankie-o?

Chorus: And if ye had been whaur I had been Ye wadna be sae cantie-o. And if ye had seen what I hae seen On the braes o' Killiekrankie-o.

I fought at land, I fought at sea. At hame I fought with my auntie-o. But I met the devil and I met Dundee On the braes o' Killiekrankie-o.

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The bold Pitcur fell wi' a furr. And Clavers got a clankie-o. And I had fed an Atholl gled On the braes o' Killiekrankie-o.

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O fie MacKay what gart yo lie In the bush ayont yon bankie-o? Ye'd better have kissed King Willie's loof Than come by Killiekrankie-o.

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It's ne'er a shame, it's ne'er a shame, It's ne'er a shame tae swankie-o. There's sor slaes on Atholl's braes. And the devil's at Killiekrankie-o.

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Sorrows Away

Now time passes over more splendid and gay. Since we learned a new song to drive sorrows away.

Chorus: Sorrows away, sorrows away, sorrows away. Since we learned a new song to drive sorrows away.

Bright Phoebus he rises so high in the sky. With his bright rosy cheek and his sparkling eye.

Chorus: Figure it out yourself from the example above.

If you ask for my credit, you'll find I have none. With my bottle and friends you will find me at home.

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Although I'm not rich and although I'm not poor. I'm as happy as them that have thousands or more.

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